“I met a seer,

Passing the hues and objects of the world,

The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense,

                  To glean eidolons…

        

                  Thy body permanent,

The body lurking there within thy body,

The only purport of the form thou art, the real I myself,

                  An image, an eidolon.”

 

“Eidolons”, stanzas 1 & 20